A/N: Heyyyy~ Sorry I kept all of you waiting! But after Christmas I lost my inspiration to continue…So I decided this fic will be seasonally updated. And since Halloween and Christmas are coming up…Time to work on this again!

Enjoy~! X3

His Nightmare Before Christmas

Chapter 5

A New Sound (AKA Maka's Question)

"—And I'm like 'gack'!" Soul spoke as they rode home from another successful rehearsal on his bike, turning to her to make the face he made in the story, which was rather very messed up. But it was enough to make Maka laugh and smile as she clung to him. They slowed down enough to find a parking space near their apartment. Soul squinted at the car that had the only blank parking space by its side as he carefully parked his bike, setting the kickstand in place and hopping off. "…What's with this car?" He said, turning to Maka and pointing to it with his thumb. "Beats me…" Maka stated with a weird look. Soul has never been this interested in cars…He was more interested in hogs as he called them affectionately. It was a black Jetta with tinted windows. It was extremely clean, and looked like it was brand new. It gave off the feel that someone rich owned this car. Soul could sense it. He was raised by a family that swam in a money swimming pool all year, for crying out loud. As he looked to the back of the car, the memory that most of the money came from Wes came to mind. And speak of the devil.

He even had a vanity plate. That read 'EVANS'. "…Aw hell no." At Soul's tone, Maka ran to his side. "What, Soul? What?"

"I take it your not used to seeing me, right…little brother?" A voice deep and soothing spoke. Soul had chills go up his spine at the voice. The tone was mockingly familiar…He let a growl escape his lips as he turned to the apartment steps. His hair was much more downward and tame than Soul's, and his eyes were and elder shade of darker red. "Soul…?" Maka spoke, fidgeting at the growl her weapon let out. He was wiled up, and that scared her when she had no control over it. "Is that…?"

"Yes…My brother, Wes." Soul said under his breath, already mad at the bastard. He would never give such an asshole a chance...

Once Soul wouldn't properly introduce him, he figured he'd introduce himself. He waltzed over so elegantly, a smirk on his face. "Been a while, hasn't it, Soul?"

"No shit."

"Oh?" Wes said, putting a hand so calmly up close to him in a fawning position as he pretended to just notice Maka a few steps away from his brother. "And who is this madam mademoiselle?" Wes had obviously been to Europe, seeing he toured around the globe playing his music. Of course he had familiarized himself with a little French, and he had a slight accent due to it. "This is my meister, Maka."

"Mei-ziuure?" Wes spoke, his French accent messing up most of his words. "Meister!" Soul violently corrected. "And it's the one who wields the weapon, i.e, me."

"Soul!" Maka yelled, giving him a punch to the noggin. "You know you can use technician since it's obviously easier on him!" She was a bit miffed at his attitude and the way he was acting to his elder. He should show a little bit more respect was her opinion, but this was coming from a girl who treats her father like yesterday's trash. "Ahhh! Very well then~" Wes said, nodding as he finally understood. However, for Soul, he looked back at his meister, clenching his head. "Is Maka…liking him?"

"I'm Wes. Wes Evans."

"Yeah, I know. Soul told me back when you called to tell us you were coming." Maka said, not really having a respecting tone either, but. It did seem like something a heart warmed, love struck girl would say, which made Soul even more pissed at Wes. "Yeah, I forgot so I couldn't pick you up if you wanted me to. So sorry." He practically hissed out. It was supposed to be a plot to get rid of the bastard, but Wes just smiled nervously, shying it away. "No, it's alright. I know how busy with rehearsals you two are."

"Of course. You and your violin rehearsals. Pheh."

"Ah, yes. But I'm clear till your opening night, dear brother!" Wes said happily with a smile, handing Soul his Jack Skellington costume.

"Joy." Soul said with another growl, grumbling as he made his way to go inside.

"Awesome! Hey, maybe you should be a stand-in for that one guy…" Maka asked cutely, a hand to her cheek in thought. Soul twitched at her words. No, Wes would not upstage him!

"N.O."

"Oh, what guy?" Wes asked, blinking. He was very interested in taking a role up. Working besides his brother would be rather interesting.

"One of the band members; he couldn't stay in the play 'cause he got sick. The one that plays the…guitar thing with the head!"

"Sounds like my kind of role! Just make it a violin and you've got me! I'm talentless in other fields of music."

"I'm sure they can do that!" Maka said with a smile, happy she fulfilled that missing role; Shinigami-Sama would be happy with her!

"OI, MAKA!" Soul cried, he didn't want this, yet she did it anyway. He let her inside, and she made it all the worse. "Hush!" She quickly responded.

"Then consider it my role!" Wes hummed out, happy as can be.

Meanwhile his little Brother was bashing his head into a pole.

A/N: Didn't see that coming, did you? ;P Trust me; Wes'll be important, and the snobby chick? I decided to remove her after all I guess. I haven't touched the draft of this in a long time. xD;

Next Time: A ridiculous chapter. You guys are gonna hate me for it.;

See ya next time!

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